So yesterday I participate in a 10 Kilometer (6.2 Miles) marathon, Bali10K. I was partly inspired by Matt Cuts post when he announces that he registered for a sprint triathlon. The idea was, to have "one experience you look back on with pride for your entire life".
My target was to win the race. Yes, first place. It turns out to be a terrible mistake. I found out that human is not meant to travel 10 Km by foot. At least not modern human. We are utterly spoiled by the vehicle, and all new means of transportation. I suspect that every other runner that finished in front of me is actually a primitive primate brought to the future by the marathon committee to secure the prizes (this include a 7 year old Japanese boy, and a French couple that keep chattering along the route).
If there's one thing I've learnt from the marathon, is that the pride in marathon is not on the win, but the finish.
Meet the finisher:
